Monday, April 28, 2008

The Evening Hootsman reports something that has been fucking obvious for weeks. (Well, to me anyway, since I used to drink there...)

The Caledonian Ale House at Haymarket has closed. Because they are going to demolish it to run the trams through there. Cunts.

It was the only half decent boozer in the area. The Haymarket is usually full of arseholes, and only has a couple of decent beers. Ryrie's reeks. The Caley had decent beer, fine fizzy lagery things, nice food, and bar staff that were pretty decent folk.The 12 staff have lost their jobs.

To say that I am not best pleased about this would be an understatement. That was my favourite post work boozer, since other folk coming in off the train could stop for a pint or two of an evening before heading our separate ways.

Who asked for these trams? How much of the city has to be destroyed? How much of our money has to be pissed up the wall on this? Why are the cunts not swinging from lampposts already?

Of course, the problem has a lot to do with the different companies who run services in our wonderful privatised railways system. The "fares jungle" is only one of the problems, but I think that they have their priorities wrong. Get people to use the trains by making them more reliable, and cheaper. Not by hiking the prices year in, year out!

Fannybaws Grant has tagged me in a meme, and rather than telling him to Foxtrot Oscar, I thought I might as well waste your time by posting this shit.

1. The rules of the game get posted on the beginning.2. Each player answers the rules about himself [or indeed herself].3. At the end of the post, the player tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read his [or her] blog.

What I was doing ten years ago:In 1998, I was at Uni, so I was probably throwing some irritating cunt out of Teviot, probably the best students' union in the world. That and drinking heavily. No change there then.

Five things on my To-Do list today:

(Not in any particular order)Pick up an old computer from another building at workEat some nice cheese my pal brought back from AmsterdamSort out my drinking arrangements for the weekendPut on a washingWrite some angry emails to the Metro

Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

"I'll tell you what I'd do, man: two chicks at the same time, man."Bonus points for knowing where that quote comes from.

Three of my bad habits:

Not being rude enough to people who deserve it.Voting. It only encourages them.Picking my nose.

Five places I’ve lived:

(Not counting where I was born, I didn't stay there for long enough to count)AuchtermuchtyStirlingNewington, EdinburghAustinTollcross, Edinburgh

The BBC reports that doctors have supersize booze measures in their sights because weak and feeble mortals get pished after X large glasses of booze... Of course, they'd be just as pished after 2X small glasses, and that would be ok, wouldn't it?

This from the same people who made up the booze limits out of thin air.